"Now, now, don't think I forgot about you. It's your turn to be taken care of."
She said, her voice carrying a dangerous edge.
Liam blinked in confusion, stepping back.
"What?"
Shelly didn't give him time to question her motives. She swung her staff, sending a gust of wind toward him. It wasn't meant to harm—it was a warning.
Liam raised an eyebrow.
"You can't seriously think I'm your enemy right now, can you?"
Shelly smirked.
"I don't trust you. And I don't trust anyone who fights alongside demons."
Liam sighed, feeling a headache forming.
'I don't have time for this.'
Before either of them could make another move, Silas let out a low, eerie chuckle, his voice reverberating through the trees.
"You two really don't get it, do you? You won't win. Not unless you get rid of me completely."
He sneered, his skeletal fingers twitching.
As he spoke, an ominous aura began to swirl around him. The earth trembled, the air thickening with dark energy.
Liam's eyes widened.
